I met Father Jack last night
when he came out to play.
He looked a little tired
and sadly, he couldn't stay.
"But WHY...?" I asked my friend,
"are you sleeping on your feet?"
"And WHY...?" I asked.
"are you walking in your sleep?
He turned to me and whispered,
"Listen and you will weep -"
"It'll be a week this Thursday,
since I got any sleep
What's a poor dog like me to do?
There's no use counting sheep."
"I'd just hit the sack last night
when I woke up with a fright
screamed baby Riley!
Lord all mighty!
There was no more nighty-night."
"But instead of hushing baby,
my humans looked at ME - "
"Shhh! Father Jack! There's a baby in the house!
Be quiet as a mouse, Father Jack!
No more bow-wow-wows!"
Then off went Father Jack,
softly into the night,
I was sad a long time,
until he was out of sight.
Now, as I go off to bed tonight
to count some ba-aa ba-a-aaa sheep
I'm thinking of you, Father Jack
and wishing you some sleep.
Anna Keith & Father Jack